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Thank you so, so much for reviewing, people! Big thanks to animeprincess1452, Trugeta, and Rika/Phoenix!
To animeprincess1452: Thank you so much! That's a great compliment, thanks!
To Trugeta: Thank you, I'm glad that part is believable! Yes work got in the way...I got that a little from when my father proposed to my mother. They were in the military and she had to go on a five-week trip to Boston. Well, thank you again!
To Rika/Phoenix: Five weeks of waiting. It would be pretty hard, perhaps.
Now here's the chapter...I hope it's okay!
Demi sat, staring out of her hotel window to the busy street below. So she was in Europe, for almost five whole weeks, wondering what on earth Trunks might be doing at this moment.
She thought about him every day. And she wasn't afraid to admit that she missed him, and was apprehensive and impatient to make it back home so she could see him again.
Why hadn't she gone ahead and just said 'yes' to him? Was it really so difficult for her? She had been overwhelmed with joy and also anxiousness. So many things happening at once caused her to ask him to wait.
Demi checked her watch. It was near one o'clock, which was when she had to be at the German university for her presentation on philosophical theories. But even when she was going to intellectually put effort into this, she knew she wasn't going to be able to get Trunks off of her mind.
. . . . . .
Trunks was still unable to push Demi out of his head.
He'd lasted for these past four weeks as much as he could, and still he couldn't focus on his work or his training.
Suddenly, Goten's fist collided with his jaw and he stepped back in shock, snapping back to where he was, in the GR, training.
"Trunks, aren't you even trying to pay attention?" Goten asked.
Trunks laid a hand around his jaw. "Sorry. I'm just mentally tired, that's all."
"Sounds familiar," Goten remarked.
"I ought to take a break."
"Yeah, okay. See ya."
"You're encouraging him?" Vegeta snapped.
"Vegeta, he's depressed...about something," Goku told him.
"Depression is no excuse."
Trunks departed quietly, leaving the others to argue.
"Fools, the lot of you," Vegeta growled.
. . . . . .
Demi looked down at her book. Hours had passed. And finally, her last presentation was over. Why was she so frustrated? All she wanted was to do was see Trunks. She glanced at the telephone beside her bed in the hotel room.
It was very tempting. She didn't want to bother him. He was probably having a good time while she was sitting here, trying to get lost in her philosophy book. Getting lost into Nietzsche's theories wasn't the easiest task.
She contemplated on everything that was going on. Did she want to marry him? Did she actually want to? It was extremely difficult to say. She was so terrified at the very thought, she was so nervous. It was a big change for the both of them.
But she wanted to be by his side. Not just for her, but also for him. She wanted to help him in everything he did.
She admired him so desperately much. He was the most honest, caring, supporting man she knew. He respected her, and he thought very highly of her. And he himself was a respectable person, one whom she thought very highly of, too.
He gave her just the amount of support and understanding she wanted. Subtly, he encouraged her throughout life without actually making a scene about it.
During just the few months they'd known one another, he seemed to have been a bit more than interested in her. Soon, she began to realize she felt the same way.
Demi picked up the phone promptly and began to dial.
. . . . . .
The phone rang from in the kitchen, catching Bulma's attention. She was busy stirring the tremendous serving of puree rice cereal for Chain. Bulma groaned while Chain simply watched from her highchair.
Her mother set the spoon down on the counter and took the phone off of the hook. "Hello?"
Trunks entered the house, wiping the sweat from his brow from where he'd trained in the GR. He walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water, opening the cabinet doors to search for a glass.
"Oh, how are you?" Bulma inquired from whoever she was talking to. "We're fine. So how's it been? Good!"
Trunks filled up the glass with some refreshing, cold water, and began to drink it down gratefully.
"Yes, he's here. Hold on. Trunks, it's for you. It's Demi."
Trunks spit his drink out in shock, set his glass down, and grabbed the phone hastily from his mother's grasp. She jumped in surprise.
"Hello?" he spoke into the phone.
"Trunks, it's me."
"Hi..." Trunks looked back at his mother anxiously at first, then continued. "...Demi. How are you?"
"Fine...You?"
"Oh, I'm okay," he replied nervously.
"Trunks..." He heard a sigh on the other end. "I've made up my mind. I know I've been gone for a long time..."
"Yeah?" he listened with anticipation.
"And...being in Europe has been very stressful. In fact, everything has..."
Trunks thought of what her answer was most likely going to be...how was he going to take it?
"So, I'm coming back as soon as I can, and I want to go ahead and marry you," she finished.
"What?" he held the phone away from his ear in utter shock. Had she truly said that?
"Trunks, I said I want to marry you," she repeated.
He put the phone back to his ear. More sweat was dripping down his brow at this point. "So...you're going to come back soon?"
"Yes," she replied. "I want to quit my job and get married. Alright?"
"Great! Sounds good," he told her.
"Bye, Trunks..." She hung up rapidly and exhaled in relief. She had done it. The nervousness wasn't over, but she had actually accepted.
"What was that all about?" Bulma asked. She had proceeded to feed Chain, holding the small spoon near the young baby.
"I'll tell you later," Trunks replied, giving his mother a smile.
Puzzled, she returned the grin and continued to feed the young child before her.
Trunks was so relieved...and very excited! He couldn't believe Demi had said 'yes' to him! He was very anticipant for her return. Then they would tell everyone about it. Yes, Trunks wanted to tell the others himself, but he knew Demi also reserved a part of that privilege since she was the bride. He would wait for her to come back for them to fill everyone in.
I hope it was okay...I'm not sure how I'm doing, here, though I'm trying! Review!
Thank you so, so much for reviewing, people! Big thanks to animeprincess1452, Trugeta, and Rika/Phoenix!
To animeprincess1452: Thank you so much! That's a great compliment, thanks!
To Trugeta: Thank you, I'm glad that part is believable! Yes work got in the way...I got that a little from when my father proposed to my mother. They were in the military and she had to go on a five-week trip to Boston. Well, thank you again!
To Rika/Phoenix: Five weeks of waiting. It would be pretty hard, perhaps.
Now here's the chapter...I hope it's okay!
Demi sat, staring out of her hotel window to the busy street below. So she was in Europe, for almost five whole weeks, wondering what on earth Trunks might be doing at this moment.
She thought about him every day. And she wasn't afraid to admit that she missed him, and was apprehensive and impatient to make it back home so she could see him again.
Why hadn't she gone ahead and just said 'yes' to him? Was it really so difficult for her? She had been overwhelmed with joy and also anxiousness. So many things happening at once caused her to ask him to wait.
Demi checked her watch. It was near one o'clock, which was when she had to be at the German university for her presentation on philosophical theories. But even when she was going to intellectually put effort into this, she knew she wasn't going to be able to get Trunks off of her mind.
. . . . . .
Trunks was still unable to push Demi out of his head.
He'd lasted for these past four weeks as much as he could, and still he couldn't focus on his work or his training.
Suddenly, Goten's fist collided with his jaw and he stepped back in shock, snapping back to where he was, in the GR, training.
"Trunks, aren't you even trying to pay attention?" Goten asked.
Trunks laid a hand around his jaw. "Sorry. I'm just mentally tired, that's all."
"Sounds familiar," Goten remarked.
"I ought to take a break."
"Yeah, okay. See ya."
"You're encouraging him?" Vegeta snapped.
"Vegeta, he's depressed...about something," Goku told him.
"Depression is no excuse."
Trunks departed quietly, leaving the others to argue.
"Fools, the lot of you," Vegeta growled.
. . . . . .
Demi looked down at her book. Hours had passed. And finally, her last presentation was over. Why was she so frustrated? All she wanted was to do was see Trunks. She glanced at the telephone beside her bed in the hotel room.
It was very tempting. She didn't want to bother him. He was probably having a good time while she was sitting here, trying to get lost in her philosophy book. Getting lost into Nietzsche's theories wasn't the easiest task.
She contemplated on everything that was going on. Did she want to marry him? Did she actually want to? It was extremely difficult to say. She was so terrified at the very thought, she was so nervous. It was a big change for the both of them.
But she wanted to be by his side. Not just for her, but also for him. She wanted to help him in everything he did.
She admired him so desperately much. He was the most honest, caring, supporting man she knew. He respected her, and he thought very highly of her. And he himself was a respectable person, one whom she thought very highly of, too.
He gave her just the amount of support and understanding she wanted. Subtly, he encouraged her throughout life without actually making a scene about it.
During just the few months they'd known one another, he seemed to have been a bit more than interested in her. Soon, she began to realize she felt the same way.
Demi picked up the phone promptly and began to dial.
. . . . . .
The phone rang from in the kitchen, catching Bulma's attention. She was busy stirring the tremendous serving of puree rice cereal for Chain. Bulma groaned while Chain simply watched from her highchair.
Her mother set the spoon down on the counter and took the phone off of the hook. "Hello?"
Trunks entered the house, wiping the sweat from his brow from where he'd trained in the GR. He walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water, opening the cabinet doors to search for a glass.
"Oh, how are you?" Bulma inquired from whoever she was talking to. "We're fine. So how's it been? Good!"
Trunks filled up the glass with some refreshing, cold water, and began to drink it down gratefully.
"Yes, he's here. Hold on. Trunks, it's for you. It's Demi."
Trunks spit his drink out in shock, set his glass down, and grabbed the phone hastily from his mother's grasp. She jumped in surprise.
"Hello?" he spoke into the phone.
"Trunks, it's me."
"Hi..." Trunks looked back at his mother anxiously at first, then continued. "...Demi. How are you?"
"Fine...You?"
"Oh, I'm okay," he replied nervously.
"Trunks..." He heard a sigh on the other end. "I've made up my mind. I know I've been gone for a long time..."
"Yeah?" he listened with anticipation.
"And...being in Europe has been very stressful. In fact, everything has..."
Trunks thought of what her answer was most likely going to be...how was he going to take it?
"So, I'm coming back as soon as I can, and I want to go ahead and marry you," she finished.
"What?" he held the phone away from his ear in utter shock. Had she truly said that?
"Trunks, I said I want to marry you," she repeated.
He put the phone back to his ear. More sweat was dripping down his brow at this point. "So...you're going to come back soon?"
"Yes," she replied. "I want to quit my job and get married. Alright?"
"Great! Sounds good," he told her.
"Bye, Trunks..." She hung up rapidly and exhaled in relief. She had done it. The nervousness wasn't over, but she had actually accepted.
"What was that all about?" Bulma asked. She had proceeded to feed Chain, holding the small spoon near the young baby.
"I'll tell you later," Trunks replied, giving his mother a smile.
Puzzled, she returned the grin and continued to feed the young child before her.
Trunks was so relieved...and very excited! He couldn't believe Demi had said 'yes' to him! He was very anticipant for her return. Then they would tell everyone about it. Yes, Trunks wanted to tell the others himself, but he knew Demi also reserved a part of that privilege since she was the bride. He would wait for her to come back for them to fill everyone in.
I hope it was okay...I'm not sure how I'm doing, here, though I'm trying! Review!